foreign affairs (sehun)

seven

"What's on the menu today, jagi?"

I rolled my eyes, smacking his expectant hand away. "Who says I brought enough for you today, dickhead?"

Sehun let out a humph, leaning back against the wall. His shook his dark hair out of his face with a scowl. "Did you actually not?"

Looking at his cowering figure, I couldn't help but smirk at his obvious disappointment. His ankles crossed as he leaned on the wall behind him, dark eyebrows heavy set into a scowl. "Aw,  lighten up Sehun-ah." I said, digging into my bag yet again. Grabbing the rice bun, I tossed it to him lightly.

"Don't call me that." He snatched it out of the hair with a frown playing on his lips at my nickname, tearing the pastry out of the cling film roughly before ripping it into small pieces.

I watched him devour the roll quickly, barely even stopping to breathe between each bite. He never spared me a glance, instead balling the leftover wrap tightly and showing deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

"So are you ever going to start thanking me?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him.

He glanced back up at me through his thick, dark lashes. "I mean, it's not like I've asked you to bring me breakfast. You just do."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You may not have asked but I still do. If I just stopped, would you be mad?"

"Well, yeah."

"Exactly." I smirked, triumphant. "That mean's you're grateful."

Sehun just sighed, eyes fluttering shut with exhaustion. "We have this fight every day."

"And we'll continue to have it until you say thank you." I shrugged nonchalantly, walking out of the elevator and into the empty residence lobby. Sehun's footsteps padded along behind me quietly, but the fact that he was following me was enough to make my lips tilt upwards.

"Or you can just drop it." He said, catching up to my stride. He tugged his hood around his face, feathery ebony hairs framing his angular face.

I shoved open the door outside with a nonchalant shrug. "Yeah, I could."

"Good."

"But I won't." I said, grinning evilly. Sehun, in response, grumbled lowly.

I turned back to focus on my footsteps, treading roughly into the pavement. When classes started, the air was always warm and sun heated the air long before I had to head to my lecture. Now, a few weeks into school, you could feel the noticeable chill in the breeze. The sunlight painted streaks of soft golden light across the sidewalk, long shadows from neighbouring building creating pockets of cold. Walking along, I purposely avoided these areas, even if it meant scampering around Sehun to stay warm.

Sehun instead just walked through the shadows, hood up and hands kept deep in the pockets of his adidas sweatpants. His looming frame made a shadow itself, it's own skyscraper that trailed my own much shorter silhouette.

As we continued along, Sehun tossed the cling wrap from breakfast into a nearby garbage, bouncing along the rim before finally tumbling inside the black bin. I could see a little grin playing on his lips as he did so, chest puffing in pride.

I smirked slightly to myself, shaking my head. What an idiot.

"So, why are we limited to breakfast anyway?" I asked quietly, not wanting to break the stillness of the morning air.

Sehun tugged out a headphone, turning to glance at me quickly. "What?"

I shrugged. "Why is this just a breakfast thing?" I asked, gesturing between us. "What do you do the rest of the day?"